They looked out their windows
at the ocean that surrounds them
In the service of their country,
sailing to a foreign shore.
Tomorrow will be Christmas,
and they wish that they could be home.
Their wives and children need them,
but their country needs them more.
But they'll be sailing home for Christmas,
sailing home for Christmas,
Where a welcome candle in
They'll be sailing home for Christmas,
sailing home for Christmas,
Sailing home for Christmas
Tomorrow, they'll serve turkey and they'll
sing the Christmas carols,
They'll talk about their families,
their mothers and their sons.
It's the strangest contradiction,
singing songs of peace and sharing
As they man the battle stations,
hoping war will never come.
But they'll be sailing home for Christmas,
sailing home for Christmas,
They'll be sailing home for Christmas,
sailing home for Christmas,
Sailing home for Christmas
And maybe someday they won't have
When we all start to live the things we have
They'll be sailing home for Christmas,
sailing home for Christmas,
Where a welcome candle in the
They'll be sailing home for Christmas,
sailing home for Christmas,
Christmas in their dreams.
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